Bristol Moore and I have a history: Quickie Vegas wedding. Seventy-two mind-blowing hours of consummation. Annulment ten days later.
 
We never had to see each other again.
 
Except she’s my best friend’s little sister. And he’s getting married this weekend—if his cold feet don’t torpedo the whole thing.
 
I’m the best man.
 
Bristol is the maid of honor.
 
And we just found out we’re still married.